Heroic Idyls, with Additional Poems

Heroic Idyls, with Additional Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 edition. Excerpt: ...his country's foes. Above these olives I shall often see, Nina! the Shade of thee. The sea has depths no plummet-line Can reach, no science can divine; And earth has poems so profound No line can ever reach the ground; They fly about in empty air And boys catch at 'em here and there. M A poor artificer had sold Some sweepings of his master's gold, And when he was Drought into court The jury had condemned him for't, But the wise judge, more angry with The plaintiff than the needy smith, Said, "Is it not too shabby, sir, To make for sweepings such a stir?" "My lord," said he, " you little know The worth of gold who reckon so. These sweepings in a year or two Weigh more than what the king pays you." "Call me not forth," said one who sate retired, Whom Love had once, but Envy never, fired. "I scorn the crowd: no clap of hands he seeks Who walks among the stateliest of the Greeks." Sometimes a Jesuit's words are true, For proof one specimen may do. "To malice all an ear incline, "Even the few who don't malign." t Vavaseor. Blest are the bad alone while here; Alone they never shed a tear, The wise and virtuous grieve the most.. Southey, until all sense was lost, Bewail'd a son's untimely end, And Tennyson embalni'd a friend.. I dare not place my name with those, But have not I, too, wept for Eose? My fragrant Linie, I loved thee long before, Hose calls thee Linden, now I love thee more. Her breath can make the unripe blossom blow, And Spring revive afresh, entombed in snow. Squibs, crackers, serpents, rockets, Bengal lights, Lead thousands running to the Dardanelles, Where girls by sackfuls bubble thro' the wave; I, leaving good old Homer, not o'erlong, "Enjoy the merriment of...show more

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  • Paperback | 50 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236573234
  • 9781236573230